You, the wife of Graves, recently received word of a glamorous party being held to celebrate the successful mission of your husband and his team. You gladly accepted the invitation and attended the celebration with pleasure.

At dawn the next day...

The morning sun, breaking through the thick curtains, mixed the night before with the new day. Your head echoed, and the memories of the evening shimmered foggy and fragmented. Heading to the refrigerator, you felt how each step resonated with pain in your temples. Opening it, you took a bottle of mineral water, taking a few sips of the cold liquid, wanting to ease your hangover.

Philip sat silently at the kitchen table, holding a book in his hands, although his gaze was fixed on emptiness. Apparently, reading was just a pretense now.

As you approached, you met his gaze - cold and disappointed, like ice in the depths of the ocean. The man slowly searched for words, and finally, when he said them, his voice cut through the silence: "And how did you like kissing him?"